As an old crue fan, I must admit that if you line all there albums up there are definitely more Crap than Non Crap, that aside though, i still like them for everything else and I still think Nikki Sixx is cool as hell. But music wise, highpoints are there with extreme lowpoints, and I mean really low ones.

Crap. I mean, being into Motorhead and Slayer is one thing, but Motley Crue? Give me a fucking break! Who's the next poll on? Trixter? Winger? Enuff Z'Nuff?

Okay. So Motley Crue is the mid-80's bantam-metal equivalent to Bright Eyes. Mindless, lowest common denominator headbangin' fodder designed to make teenage girls moist. This band is crap. I can't even give them an ironic thumbs up.

I have friends who try to tell me that "Too Fast For Love" is a "really cool, raw, rock'n'roll record." Bullshit. it sucks. That record is some of the wimpiest, limp-dick, underproduced, weak-guitar-tone-havin' CRAP I've ever heard. Seriously. It makes Warrant look like Cannibal Corpse.

"Shout At The Devil" is halfway decent...the same way that KISS's best records are halfway-decent...at best.

Nikki Sixx doesn't even like "Theater of Pain" or "Girls Girls Girls." That's because those records are CRAP!

"Dr. Feelgood" is a third-decent, the same way that "Shout At The Devil" is half-decent...i.e. it's STILL CRAP.

Their version of "Smokin' In The Boys Room," in which they attempted to cop a Van Halen/DLR goodtimes vibe and failed oh so miserably, it makes me to laugh. Listen to them play! They cannot! They cannot play!

the riff in Girls, Girls, Girls, is just about as bad-ass as they come, i must say. very balls. that being said, i always pretty much hated this band as a kid. thought they were pussies. not nearly heavy enough.

my opinion of vince neil changed somewhat when i saw the entire season of surreal life all in one evening, and got to see how he functioned on that show. i was most impressed. although if the night in vegas was any indication of what his normal day-to-day is like, he'd be better off living with webster and corey feldman!

motley crue = CRAP

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tommy lee is an awful drummer. just terrible. completely devoid of groove.

robert christgau, in a moment of supreme clarity, once called mick mars 'dork-fingered,' which about sums him up

the singing was jaw-droppingly bad, about 1/10th as good as david lee roth at his worst

i don't know, maybe the bass playing was ok, as junkie bass playing goes

anyway, they made wretched music and played with remarkably profound, institutional clumsiness. maybe the dumbest band of the 80s. i think they were bad, and i did not like any of their music, and i think they deserve your 'crap' vote.

I voted NOT CRAP because I legitimately enjoy listening to their terrible records. At their best, they remind me of the exhilarating feeling of first hearing "the rawk" which only through the prism of age can I more precisely recognize as "the sludge". I think really only their absolute void of talent and slightly greater affinity for cocaine separates them from the True Sludge Masters (your Bostons, REO Speedwagons, Journeys, etc.). Being unable to actually craft songs, they played louder, faster and with more leather cod pieces but at the same time clearly burned with the same desire for planet-encompassing fame, fortune and fucking as the High Sludge Pillars. At their worst, the Crue simply remind me how spot-on Spinal Tap was.

So, NOT CRAP, for entertainment value and for having about three good tunes.

"Shout at the Devil" was their one "decent" offering for this breed of makeup and tied-hanky rawk. Not as deliciously sloppy as the Dolls or early Aerosmith, or even "Appetite for Destruction." When I was 14, NOT CRAP. Other than that, CRAP.

Recently heard a bootleg (Gothenburg, '86) out of curiosity and the guitar-playing could hardly be called same...a basic riff for a few measures and then an annoying whammy-skronk. Vince Neil cannot sing, though he sure tries in a froggish, freakish way. I would laugh at them if I walked into a bar and they were playing. And then I would hit on a fat chick.